Last night we were in Gijón, in another slick joint -- a casino. Nice places, but I can't help but miss the filthy little clubs and basements that I grew up with. Punk rock in a place as clean as this one sort of feels like a lie. Call me crazy, but when we're afraid to duct-tape some shirts to the shiny walls, isn't that a good sign that maybe we don't really belong?
Today we also had a quick swim in the Atlantic... and tomorrow we'll be jumping into the Mediterranean. It's not the best time of year to be on tour in Spain, but it's a great time to be on vacation here. Too bad we're not!